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It felt to Don like barely a few seconds had passed, but being overcome by a blinding ray of green made those few moments feel like whole eternities; a little notice would've been appreciated. Fortunately it didn't last forever, though he still needed to rub his eyes to get rid of the spots that had taken over his vision.

And it was only when his sight returned to him that he realized what his brother was getting at earlier - he had genuine muscle mass now.

While he had veritable definition before, it paled in comparison to the size he attained in a matter of seconds, especially evident in his chest, which he could now see whenever he looked down. It shocked him in their sudden appearance, his hands investigating and discovering how firm they were from a few errant gropes; he kinda liked how they felt - kinda really liked it!

That wasn't the only thing he checked out. His arms themselves had blown up, bulging far more than the noodly limbs he had mere moments ago, giving him the look of someone who worked out part-time. The feeling of his biceps flexing to show their multiple heads had him amazed. He had no idea that was even possible for a person to achieve, let alone that he'd done so without trying. This was cool!

Those legs of his also followed suit, thickening far greater than what he was accustomed to. Standing how he normally did meant his swollen quads touched one another, causing him to shift his posture to better make room for his beef. He felt so powerful, like he could kick a door down! Cyclists might get envious of him now.

"Aw, dude," Rigby whooped when he saw his brother's transformation, "it worked like a charm!"

"Dang, Rigby," Don's eyes were wide as he looked over himself, his fingers trailing down his newly chiseled abs, "you weren't kidding when you said this was awesome!" He couldn't kill the enthusiastic grin plastered across his face if he tried, not that he wanted to. How could he actively hate the sensation of being so huge? He wouldn't dream of it!

Rigby, too, admired the heft that had been thrust upon the younger procyon, his own smile beaming. True to his nature, his hands were all over the taller raccoon, fondling whatever beef he was able to get his mitts on. The sight of his brother looking similar to how he did after his first blast got him going far more than he initially thought it would. He was about to ask if maybe a little making out was in the cards, but a discovery below the belt grabbed his attention far faster. "Hey now, looks like we're not alone."

Don cut his revelry short to see what the older raccoon was talking about, observing right away that not only was his endowment out on display for the world to see, but also that it was rock hard, stiffer than it'd been in ages. "Huh, would you look at that!" Normally he'd hide his erection to maintain modesty, but he didn't feel the need to now.

What looked like a foot of turgid raccoonhood had Rigby utterly entranced, his eyes squarely focused on the throbbing log of meat. Seeing it did pop a question in his head, however. "Dude, were you always this hung?"

"Uh," Don ran a finger along the length of his aching shaft from tip to base, "not quite to this degree, but yeah, I have."

"Oh dude, I was too! Mordecai never had us do dick-measuring contests to settle stuff for that reason."

Don could only chuckle at the older procyon's excitement. "I can see why," he pointed at his brother's meaty schlong, leaking a steady stream of pre, "that thing's huge!"

Rigby followed where the other raccoon's finger was aiming, his eyes growing wide when he saw how much he clearly enjoyed the muscly visage of his brother. "Oh, uh," there wasn't any way he could hide his hog, even if he wanted to, "yeah, I'm kind of a big boy." It was then that he noticed the taller man's pole pulse before dribbling a thin rivulet of pre down the flesh to the orbs supplying them. An idea then popped into his head, one that he knew they'd both enjoy. "You know, I could help you out with that if you want."

While Don liked the sound of his member being played with, he wondered if the shortstack might be biting off more than can be chewed. "That's not too much for you to handle?"

"Please, I've got loads of experience with dicks these days. I can take care of that no problem."